aquilla [will be mature at times]

ok this is my first story in this forum so happy reading

comments are always welcome to me whether good or bad, and teh notes belwo are bits i pulled off the net for future reference if any are wrong tell me
Nee-san brother
Onii chan mother (informal)
Onii san mother (formal)
Chichi father (hell knows)
Sensei teacher, master
Bishōnen beautiful boy
Bushido way of the warror- governed by the seven virtues of ;-
• 義 – Gi – Rectitude
• 勇 – Yū – Courage
• 仁 – Jin – Benevolence
• 礼 – Rei – Respect
• 誠 – Makoto or 信 - Shin– Honesty
• 名誉 – Meiyo – Honor, Glory
• 忠義 – Chū – Loyalty


Aquila

Chapter 1 ‘remembrance’

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
I never dreamed it could be over
I never wanted to say goodbye

Looking back over my shoulder
With an aching deep in my heart
I wish that we were starting over
Oh instead of drifting so far apart

Everybody told me you were leaving
Funny I should be the last to know
Baby please tell me that I’m dreaming
I just never want to let you go

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
Turning my heart over and over
I never wanted to say goodbye

I don’t mind everybody laughing
But its enough to make a grown man cry
Cos I can feel you slipping through my fingers
I don’t even know the reason why

Every day its a losing battle
Just to smile and hold my head up high
Could it be that we belong together
Baby wont you give me one more try
One more try

Looking back over my shoulder
I can see that look in your eye
I never dreamed it could be over
I never wanted to say goodbye
(over my shoulder- mike and the mechanics 1995

‘These lyrics always had a significant effect on me. They’re the first things I ever remembered, yet… 15 years later they still make me stop and think about a time of no worries, not troubles well… nothing that I should have been concerned about. Life was different, no need to religiously study the teaching of the bushido code forced on me by my father. No death before dishonour, no warrior’s code, no real need to have hair down to by my backside’ he thought to himself as he stared blankly at his computer screen typing furiously to the beat of the track. The sound of his parents talking in quiet tones as if hiding something was clear over the quiet songs his speakers belched out. He looked over at his guitar sat silently in the corner begging to be played. He heard his door slide open, his mother stood in the door way, a tray in her hands
“Kit Kun could you come into the kitchen?” his mother asked in a quiet voice. He rolled his eyes, ‘why did they name me kitsune?’ he wondered as he got up from the pc and stretched. His long hair shimmering in the sun light. He followed his mother into the kitchen. The house was small. 2 bed rooms, a guest room, lounge and kitchen. Nothing like a small home to come back to after a long day at school.
He quietly walked into the kitchen respectfully bowing to his father who sat at the low table drinking tea
“Ahhhh, Kitsune kun, its time we had a little discusson.”
“Yes Chichi sama.” Kitsune replied quietly
“Please sit.” His father beckoned with a rare smile. He sat down crossing his legs as his mother sat beside his father and poured a fresh cup of tea
‘Something is wrong’ he thought, ‘they never as me to just talk’. His looked at his mother. She had a sad look in her eyes, the same look she had when they sent him to a Korean boarding school for a year, the same look she had when she sent him to the other side of Japan. This list could go on for a while so ill stop it there…
“You’re sending me to another school?” he uttered taking a drink form his mug. His voice calm and collected
“Yes…. You’ve been accepted into a prep school in the pacific. We are going to send you there till you finish school.” His father said
“3 years…you intend to send me away for that long?” he growled controlling his anger
“Do you not approve?”
“Like I have any choice?”
“No…” his mother cut in
“There’s your answer” Kitsune retorted “when do I leave?”
“2 days.”
“Fine… passport? Tickets?”
“At the side of the door.”
“Fine…” he uttered before leaving the table. All they heard was him packing his bags to the sound of rock

“Don’t be angry with us.” His mother pleaded with him as he threw his bags into the back of his sensei’s van
“I’m not Onii-chan. I will return when I’ve finished… and you will be proud of me” he replied embracing his mother as she cried softly
“We are already proud of you.” His father stated as he bowed to his leaving son. His way of showing his pride in his son and that he saw him as an adult.
“I know…” Kitsune whispered getting into the cab of the van and nodding at sensei. They drove off in silence as his mother sobbed openly. A letter clasped in her hands. It was not the schools verification letter…

Not even sensei knew what fate had drawn for kitsune

As sensei helped him pull his bags out of the back of his van, he straightened looked at Kitsune
“You have learnt well my apprentice, I expect to have letters sent to me on your practicing.”
“I will continue to make yumi (Japanese bow used in kyudo) as long I will live sensei.” Kitsune replied tearing up a little as sensei embraced him. His bold head barely touching kitsunes chin. He stood watching sensei’s van as it drove off. Back onto the highway leaving him… that was the last time he saw his master.

“Welcome sir. May I see your tickets?” a friendly women called from the baggage area. The airport was deserted. Either there were no flights or everyone had already entered the boarding lounge.
“He struggled over carrying his bags his ticket and passport clasped between his teeth. She giggled as he got closer gently taking the ticket and passport from his mouth like a mistress taking a stick from her dog. As she sent his bags down the luggage shoot she pointed at a set of double doors still smiling
“Here’s your boarding pass and passport back. I’m going to let you take the guitar as hand luggage your gonna need to keep your self occupied… it’s deserted tonight. You should have come tomorrow. Your flights not till then. The blood in kitsunes face drained as sweat dropped from the back of his head
“I…am…sooooo gonna kill them when I get back” he groaned as with a bow he picked up his bag and guitar and began to walk. She was right… the lounge was deserted, the café and pub closed (not like he could use it) he sat near a row of vending machines he pulled out his guitar and began strumming small tunes off. His grinned to himself as he began to play a tune that like over my shoulder. Always made him think

If you’re ready, I’m willing and able
Help me lay my cards out on the table
You’re mine and I’m yours for the taking
Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking

What you get aint always what you see
But satisfactions guaranteed
They say what you give is always what you need
So if you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,

Lay your hands on me

I’m a fighter, I’m a poet, I’m a preacher
Ive been to school and baby, Ive been the teacher
If you show me how to get up off the ground
I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down

Everything you want is what I need
Satisfactions guaranteed
But the ride dont never ever come for free
If you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,
Lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me, lay your hands on me,

Lay your hands on me

Dont you know I only aim to please
If you want me to lay my hands on you

Lay your hands on me
(Lay your hands on me- Bon Jovi 1988)

The sound of his music falling on deaf ears made him drop the guitar and roughly lay down hoping the flight would be a little better.

<3 I think I luff you <3

I'm wiff bunbun on dis one

sorry this is a very short chapter and as a warning for the future, i havent decided whether im gonna include daiper use in this story. i tend to write what i think should happen as it springs to mind. usually while im at college or work

Chapter 2 ‘short meeting’

With tired a tired yawn, Kitsune staggered down the disembarking ramp of the plane, 14 hours in the air, stopping twice had hit him hard. As on of the flight attendants waved good bye to him he yawned yet again looking down the ramp. With difficult strides he made his way down to the baggage collection. His trusty guitar strapped to his back. Many times had he impressed the others in the cabin he was in with his knowledge of classic rock. He had gotten the entire plane to sing ‘it’s my life’ by bon jovi during the flight. With a quiet grunt he pulled the huge duffle bag from the carasol and carried it through check out. The bright American sun made him squint as he searched his bag for sunglasses. As he finally reached the main doors his eyes had finally adjusted. He looked around hoping to find whoever or what ever had been sent to pick him up. A tall woman leaned casually against a bike looking into the crowds. A photo in her hand. A black collar round her neck. Her leather jacket thrown over the back of the bike revealing a skimpy red top. She spotted him and waved
“Kitsune! Over here!” she shouted. He lowered his glasses and made his way through a large crowd to get to her. She was at least 2 heads higher than him when he got near. Her height made him blush as he looked up at her
“You’re here to pick me up?” he asked a little spooked
“Put this on.” she said passing him a helmet. She put his bag in a car that had followed her down. She made a move for his guitar... he backed off
“This stays with me.” He sternly stated ramming the helmet over his head. She shrugged as she put her helmet on and swung her leg over the bike. Her tight ass clear in his face. His eyes widened as he gawped
“Hey! Bishie boy! Hurry up.” She shouted over the roar of the engine. Grinning to herself as with a shrug his he climb onto the back. He had barely sat down when she roared off. The poor boy holding on for dear life as she broke every speed law in the country. Kitsune clung onto the back for dear life praying to every god in every religion to keep him safe around this strange road raging woman. He didn’t realise that they had stopped until she tapped on his helmet playfully he slowly opened his eyes looking into her deep ruby eyes. Her face a broke into a smile.
“Praying to god were ya?” She chirped. He nodded meekly as he climbed off the bike and stretched his legs. His dropped his guitar to the floor as he turned to look at her again
“You know, I never got your na…”… the woman had hit him over the back of the head with the stub of a gun. Slowly, he fell to his knees his faces full of surprise as he fell back into her hands. She gently laid his head into her lap as he slowly passed out. The last sight was the woman whispering to him. Her face full of sorrow and pain
“I’m sorry…”

anopther short...ish chapter. this one does include violence and a very painfull way to be changed... i cannot be held responce able for nightmares this may cause...

Chapter 3 ‘welcome to the genesis project’

“Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu” he groaned loudly as his lifted his heavy arms to rub his aching head “son of a …” he slowly rolled over cursing the cold floor as he opened his eyes letting in the light. A young woman of under 25 was looking at him concerned her short brown hair the opposite to his insanely long hair
“Are you ok?” she asked quietly her face confused and terrified. He nodded as he pulled him self up rubbing his head
“I got one hell of a head ache.” He moaned as she checked his body for injuries. He looked back confused. She grinned then blushed
“Sorry… I’m a nurse, I’m just making sure that you are ok.”. he nodded in understanding as he looked round where they were. It was a large concrete room. Rows of lights built into the ceiling shone furiously into the room. It was full of people. All of them older than him. Mostly women. He looked to the front of the room. Huge blast doors span the wall. Above that, a balcony that over looked the area it was a prime view to see the confused rabble that now filled the room.
“Where are we?” he asked standing up he fell back down hard on his ass with a yelp. She gasped
“Be careful… I don’t know where we are.” She quickly replied scared. His sighed
“Well logic states that these walled are reinforced concrete and so I think we are in a bunker or something of the sort” he uttered trying to calm himself. She nodded as suddenly someone shouted from the balcony
“Shut the f**k up you bunch of wise ass s**ts!” she screamed. Everyone looked at her as more people began to join her. One a woman… he thought… she wore very forma; dress. Beside her a woman in a lap coat watched with an evil grin. Her casual jeans and checked shirt made him guess that she lived here as well as worked. The woman who had screamed stood quite simply in a classic dominatrix outfit. Nothing but leather…

“Thank you.” The woman in formal dress began “now I guess your all wondering what you are doing here.” she said with a slight smirk
“No s**t Sherlock.” He uttered. A few giggles were cast
“Well you have been chosen to be given a new drug that may have great potential if successful. That’s why you have all been brought here.” Kitsunes eyes found the woman who had knocked him out. She stood to the back clearly unhappy about what was about to happen.
“Like I’m gonna go down peacefully” he growled. The formal woman grinned
“Welcome to the genesis project”
The huge blast doors opened. Guards began to swarm into the room. Women began to scream as some were roughly grasped by the guards and dragged towards the doors. Men in lab coats waited strange injection guns in there hands. Rows of injection canisters on trolleys. As the first guard began to drag his first victim towards the door. Kitsune’s patience snapped. With a roar if anger he charged the guard and with a jumping round house kick sent the guard flying across the room. The other stopped. He had got their attention
“Ohhh…” the dominatrix beamed “entertainment”… he quickly found him self surrounded, quickly he changed his stance he brought up his hands in defence as the first attacked. Low sweeps sent him flying past. Another tried. He found himself quickly on the floor his arm behind his back. The enraged teen held off the guard’s one at a time, each time one charged he soon had them flying across the room. The boos got impatient
“He’s first” she barked pointing at him. 10 men jumped him at the same time. It ducked the first swing and spun on his hands he legs out in a windmill of destruction. Some back off other joined in as he frantically fought off the guards punching one so hard he broke his nose. 2 grabbed his arms as with a huge grunt the dragged him to the ground. One man pinning each ligament to the ground as a man rushed forward and quickly grabbed a box
“Heads or tails.” He uttered flipping a coin like some sick joke.
“Tails!” a guard shouted struggling to hold the boys arm any longer… the lab rat looked at the coin…
“Tails it is… what number canister?”…
“37!”… The scientist grabbed a canister from the box and rammed I into the gun. He quickly planted it against kitsune’s neck and squeezed the trigger. Kit could only brace himself as the gun pushed the canister content though a pinprick hole made by the compressed air. He swore as with a final rush of adrenaline he threw the guards off him. The compound began to do its work… he began to feel dizzy. His eyes unfocused as he tried to walk forward he fell to his knees. Two guards grabbed picked him up dragging him through the blast doors the eyes of the other captives on the lone warrior that tried to protect them. the batter guards grinned as he was dragged from the room. That was the last time anyone saw these people… human anyway…

Kitsune laid in the middle of a concrete cell in pure darkness when he came round… the tranquilliser had worn off… in a few seconds he’d be wishing he was still asleep…

With a long groan he woke turning onto his side seconds before the pain kicked in
“What the hellaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh” he said from a quiet question to a cry of pain. All his body felt like he had been dipped in a vindaloo sauce and left there until cooked. His skin felt like it was on fire he mercilessly rubbed his arms crying out in pain as he felt his bone structure slowly change shape. His feet lengthened, his toe binding together forming digi grade paws. He rolled over screaming as slowly blood began to seep from his eyes, ears, nose and every other orifice. Old injuries burst open adding to the pain. He looked at his arms. His pores had begun to grow hairs at an alarming rate. Thousands more had began to burst from his skin adding to the layer of fur that was growing faster than David Lister’s guitar solo can clear a stadium. He felt his spine began to extend as it burst from his skin and began to split in 6 directions… the pain was that much that with a final scream he passed out from blood loss and shock… that scream was heard at the other side of the island… one line echoed through his mind
“welcome to the genesis project”…

my main character is changing... can you tell what he will become?
make a guess... #37 is a clue

What's a #37? Is that some kind of dinosaur thingy alien guy? I like it!

Dat was good^^ i can't figure out wha he's gonna be though

i know this is a short chapter

sorry if you expecting a chimera of 37 different species what he becomes is pretty simple

Chapter 4 ‘from one thing to another’

“Is he awake yet?”
“Not yet.”
“He looks cute… they’ll like him”
“Yes ma’am”
“Don’t tell him what’s going to happen… we need to keep the stock calm”
“yes ma’am…”

Kitsune’s mind raced as thousands a of memories ran through his mind he began to toss and turn as he slept though the pounding of the nightmares dreams and what ever else ran through his head. He groaned as he woke from his tumbling dream. His body covered in sweat. A soft hand rested on his forehead… a racoon looked deep into his eyes. They were too full of shock to care. He felt his stomach retch as with a gag he scrambled over to a toilet in the corner on his hands ands knees and evicted the remains of his last meal. The racoon walked over to him quietly gently rubbing his back as time and time again he emptied his stomach. With a final spit he turned away from the toilet and rubbed his head
“are you okay?” a familiar voice sounded behind him. it was the nurse that had helped him up. He turned looking at whoever said it… the racoon looked back a nervous grin on her face
“How do I look?” she asked
“Like a racoon.” He uttered as she handed him a glass of water and flushed the toilet for him.
“And you look like a… what the hell do you look like?” she said investigating his body while he drank noisily. He looked at his arm he held the glass in. a thin layer of fur now covered it as he followed it to his body… he was butt naked in front of a woman… he began to blush uncontrollably under his fur as tried to get up promptly falling on his ass yet again. The pain was immense as he looked round to see 6 tails sticking out from the back of his ass a strange reddish brown they curled back at the tips. One thing crossed his mind. His eyes widened in amazement.
“That’s not possible.” He muttered as he scrambled over to the toilet once again looking into the clean water. A fox looked back at him his fur a light brown his hair the same darker brown as his forearms and feet. Pure blue eyes looked back as he felt his new muzzle in shock
“Wow…” he uttered to himself. The nurse tilted her head confused he recognised what he was
“Wow?” she asked inquisitively
“I’m a… I’m a… vulpix…” he said surprised. the blast doors opened yet again...

as an explanation vulpix is pokemon #37

Ooooooh a vulpix! I never have known....

warning this chapter includes violence and extreme pain. warning

this might be a little difficult read so tell me if it is

Chapter 5 ‘one way to lose an arm’

“He’s finally awake?!” a strong English accent said eager as the grinning female doctor from before rushed into the room. A small cadre of guards as her retinue (escort). She came striding in a small picture in her hands as she raced up to him her lab coat billowing behind her. The check shirt she wore clear to everyone to see. She began very roughly examining his body poking areas testing the fur even nibbling his ear. Finally she stood back and looked at the picture and then at him
“Will you please explain why you just bit my ear?!” he growled she smiled and petted his head
“My vulpix splice was a success. You’re my best experiment.” She beamed as she slipped a pair of dog tags round his neck. 264-288 was engraved ‘obviously an experiment number’ he thought as she took a picture and began scribbling notes on it as she left. He looked at his body. He had been considered bishōnen by many people. He had a very feminine body. He was strong yet he didn’t have clear muscles. He was average sized… his new hair only flowed to his shoulder blades instead of his ankles like they used to. But his style and combat methods suited his body. He was a master at aikido, tae-quondo and kyudo. All these styles needed a supple body as apposed to the stupidly heavy muscled bodies of boxers and wrestlers a pure light weight was the best way to describe him. his new body… he was raring to test it out despite current situation. He didn’t have chance. As quickly as he had managed to balance with his new body he was grabbed blindfolded and restrained and then left dangling from a chain from the ceiling in another room. His new sense of smell told him that the other captives were being brought n and lined up in the same way as he was. 3 hours later he was cold, tired and afraid. Guards had been walking up and down the line beating people who did as much as fart. The room stank with the smell of fear. He had unconsciously gotten used to knowing the difference between humans and the ‘furs’ though he was still having trouble differentiating the different species un able to see. He heard the mighty blast doors open new scents wafted in… some he had never smelt before…

“is this the new batch?” a stern sounding female voice sounded he heard foot steps as they worked there way from the back of the room to the front
“our latest… these were done less than 2 days ago.”
“Your technique is getting better. I must say. I’m impressed.”
“Thank you” the foot steps got louder as they neared the final rows
“This racoon will make a lovely slave… ohhhh id love to rape that vixen!” the stern voice squealed in delight. The foot steps stopped in front of him
“All our models are ready to be broken.”
“Ohhh…” the stern voice crooned a hand touched kitsunes crotch making him jump “who’s this delight able creature” she asked aroused
“That is… 264-288 an experiment to create a fictional creature. He’s a vulpix.”
“He’s sooooooooo cute!” she squealed tracing his chest with her hand. He moaned as she rimmed his sheath with a claw trying to tease his manhood out of its protective cover…she failed miserably as she gave up and walked down the line again
“Well how many will you take this time?”
“Well we have a lot at the moment so ill untie the ones I want and I’ll take them” she said as from the back once again he heard her unclip random furs from the chains. She was behind him when she untied him. Catching him and throwing him over her shoulder. Confused he froze as he was carried along “wow your lighter than I expected” she gasped as she carried him along. He felt the cold of the concrete change to strange warmth as he heard doors open like whisps of air and his was gently placed on something soft. The sound of others being…err… less gently dropped in the room quickly followed as the final person was pushed in the room and untied.
“Now untie the others” a gruff voice said before the door was once again closed. By the time he was untied and the blindfold removed everyone else was already up and about. One thing instantly clicked
“You have got to be kidding me.” He groaned the others looked at him confused. They slowly realised
“You’re the only male here.” the racoon nurse said grinning. A wave of giggles and awes flew round the room as he sat on a cushioned bench shaking his head into his hands. He was the only male in that room… and he desperately needed a slash…

5 days later. Wherever they were they either stopped on their captors finally let them stretch their legs. A pair of male wolves in strange armour opened the door. Cruelty covered their faces as without even speaking they pushed everyone out into the corridor. Like the room it was a strange metal. Warm to the touch yet not hot. The corridor was round. They were herded into another large door and were greeted by some of the males from the bunker. Kitsune sighed with relief. So he wasn’t the only guy around here.
“I take it you want answers.” A strange voice said form the far end. Sat on a raised Dias a leopardess sat casually. In similar fashion of the English woman’s retinue she wore leather. A whip was strapped to her left thigh… something else… he didn’t want to say sat in a holster (it wasn’t a gun…trust me).
Kitsune walked towards her. His fear hidden well as she got up and casually staggered down the steps he was at least a head shorter than her as when she stood next to him he had to look up. He was about to say something to him but she held her finger to his lips. “Just listen.” She said quietly. A vixen stood up angry
“What’s going on?” she demanded. The leopardess smiled
“I’ll put it simply. You have been bought by my master to be trained as slaves. That includes pleasure ladies and gentlemen. After the trip you’re going to taken to a school and you will be taught what you need to become good little slaves.” She stated before poking kitsunes nose playfully “not you little boy… you got special training.” The door opened behind her. A powerful wolf walked in. his right arm pure metal. It moved silently as he stood beside the leopardess. His armour similar to what the soldiers wore a huge pair of sunglasses balanced on his snout.
“I hear you’ve got a troublemaker in your little group.” he growled. Everyone stepped back in fear as he stood before them, shoulders above everyone else. Only Kitsune stayed where he was.
“Trouble maker?” one of the groups asked fearfully. The soldier grew impatient
“Come on! This guy held off nearly 20 humans until he was taken out and only this scrawny kid dares to stay where he is!” he screamed over the terrified murmur
“That ‘scrawny kid’ is the one you’re talking about.” Kitsune said a slight smirk on his face. The solder looked over his pair of huge sunglasses and began laughing.
“as if you could take out all those ooooooffffff!” he stammered as Kitsune slammed first into the soldier’s armour. His fist still winded the huge soldier who stood back up and removed his chest plate. “Let’s go bishie boy” he growled. Kitsune was already on top of him. He unleashed a fury of punches and kicks. The guard blocked every one effectively as kitsune jumped into a round house kick. His attacks became faster and faster as he hit him with a massive combo that sent the soldier flying back. The wolf gritted his teeth as he hit a button on his metal arm. It began to whine as it built up energy. The wolf intended to end this quickly he ducked a swing by kitsune grabbing the vulpix’s arm lifting him clean off the ground. Kitsune cried out as his shoulder dislodged. The wolf held him close to his face
“Now bishie boy… you gonna have something a little more painful than a dislodged shoulder.” He snarled light began to build at the top of the mechanic arm. The energy shot down the arm into his own. The reacting blast blew a clean section from the vulpix’s arm as with a scream of pain kitsune fell to the floor. His arm bleeding slowly as it began to drip through his fingers
“SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU TOOK MY F**KING ARM!!!” he cried out. The leopardess watched on a wide smile on her face
“Hmph, get this thing down to medical and get automail equipped.” He snarled as some of the furs rushed into to help the groaning vulpix.
“Hmm… bishie boy… I like it.” the leopardess said “from now on your bishie.” The medics of this ‘ship rushed in and began treating his arm stopping the bleeding. As one picked him up the wolf stopped then
“Don’t worry. Getting automail is painless” he said with a solemn face… this was going to be along day

*kerthunk!* the vulpix grunting in pain at another nerve was linked into the metal port they were building into his arm
“Well bishie I’m impressed… even the sergeant screamed and cried when he had his arm replaced” the doctor said as he linked another to the cold metal
“That bastard said it wouldn’t hurt!” kitsune growled. He was strapped down to a dentist chair his stump held out and strapped to a surgical table
“Ok little guy this it the worst part of the surgery we only have another dozen or so nerves to get. But I have to warn you. Connecting the automail is gonna hurt like hell.” The doctor’s assistant said over another nerve getting connected. Kitsunes patience broke
“stop talking and get on with it!” he cried out over the pain. He cast his eyes over the new arm they were going to attach. It sat stood up clenched into a fist…well… the middle finger had been raised in a little joke. Hell! It even made him laugh. 2 hours later they were ready to attach it. the pain was gone for now as the doctor held an Alan key ready to lock the new arm in place.
“are you ready bishie?” the doctor asked ready. Kitsune gritted his teeth and nodded… his scream was heard on the bridge

* * *
“What the hell was that?” the captain asked his second in command.
“That was one of the slaves having automail equipped.” He replied calmy admiration in his voice
“And we didn’t hear him before because?”
“He kept quiet during the nerve operation.”
“Wow didn’t grey scream and cry during that bit?”
“Yup.”
“I hope I can buy him”…

O.o *cries*

you understood it? wow. 9i was expecting people saying it was difficult to read

Chapter 6

Kitsune was finally returned to his fellow slaves groaning in pain. A new shiny automail forearm replacing the section that had been lost. He was carried in and once again laid on a bench… he was too far out of his mind with pain to notice a blanket being laid over him and a gentle kiss planted on his forehead. He had slipped into an uneasy sleep.

“SON OF BITCH!!!!!” Kit roared in terror as he woke up abruptly from a nightmare. He was sat up right his fur coated in sweat as he breathed hard. He had woken everyone up with his cry of fear. He started forward as the racoon nurse walked up and placed her arm round his shoulder
“Are you ok bishie?” she asked calmly he meekly nodded. His emotions running amok in his mind. He didn’t know what to feel. Should he feel scared or angry…? He answer was soon to be answered. The ship jolted as it began to enter an atmosphere. With nothing to hold onto he found himself been thrown about like a cigar butt in a lager can. He heard the huge atmospheric engines burst into life as the ship began to more towards its intended landing zone. The ship jolted at it landed. Minutes later the door opened. A small army of guards rushed in and began herding the small group out. The sunlight making everyone blink, their eyes watering from the new light. They found themselves in a court yard. Huge, walled and covered in guards. On a raise dais like the leopardess a bull stood looking over new slaves. He smiled with eagerness as he observed them as they were herded into the middle like a mass of sardines they moved into a large circle. Panic spread through the ranks as the bull pointed at a guard who rushed at the group. the huge guard grabbed a tigress from the mass and began dragging her back. Like a blur kit broke from the crowd. His eyes burst into blue flames as he charged the guard tackling him to the ground. He rode the guard as he slid along the floor like guard was a surf board. His face twisted in rage as he lifted the guard onto his feet

“HOW DARE YOU TREAT A WOMAN LIKE THAT!” he snarled as he drew back his real hand to punch the guard. His hit never landed… the other guards rushed him and he let the other guards do his work. One swung widely his baton hitting the guard he had ‘surfed’ clean in the face as kit flipped away. He moved with grace as he danced round the guards dodging blows and dealing out many. The bull watched on amused at the young vulpix that was fighting off his guards. He effortlessly dodged attacks as other slaves gained heart. Like a leader to rebels they cheered as he knocked another guard… a tabby senseless he jumped back as with a fluid motion he landed on his hands and spun on his hands. His legs out to the sides as he kicked another guard win the face before standing firmly on his feet. The guards massed ready to charge. Kit changed his stance from offensive to defensive. His was calm and he didn’t look even the faintest tired. They were about to charge as the bull shouted out
“Hold it!” he walked towards the kit. A small device in his hand. He straightened up as the bull approached. His saw his finger press the button…

The next thing he knew he was on the floor crying out in pain trying to rip his own ears off. It was a sonic device. Designed to annoy or even inflict pain. The bull must have had something to protect his ears
“Turn it off!!!!” he cried out begging. As he wriggled in agony “Please!!!!” The bull merely grinned as he removed his finger. His foot stamped down on the vulpix’s chest
“My my, aren’t you a strong fighter and so young too!” kit made a move to grab his foot as he was surrounded but armed guards. He held his hands up as they massed round him. The bull turned from him
“Break him…”

Kitsune cried out in pain as 100s of volts of electricity passed through him. Tied to a circuit board spread eagle was not his idea of what was going to happen. As the power was turned off he slumped back down… his bladder gave way as he emptied his bladder with a groan… he was lucky that they had removed the shreds of clothing he had been wearing
“Had enough?” he asked grinning
“I’ve not got started yet.” Kit said his voice full of defiance. The racoon swore at him before moving back towards the power switch. He held it down again. Watching kitsune struggle on the board as more and more electricity was passed through his system causing unknown amounts of damage to his nerves and organs. In truth he was close to breaking. What he was baring was too much even for him… his body couldn’t handle it. After 10 long minutes the racoon turned off the power once again
“Had enough?” he asked. Kit hung his head his voice full of shame.
“I…I submit… I can’t take any more.” He whispered. It was music to the raccoon’s ears. He jumped about with glee. Guards walked in. one held his nose after he sniffed Kitsune’s fur
“Man you stink! I guess you could get a shower… you lasted 5 days on the rack. Maybe you could get some food” he said. Admiration in his voice as he lifted kits light body with a effortless grunt carrying him towards a shower block.
“Put me down.” He whispered. The guard, a fox looked at him surprised. “I can walk” he uttered as the guard offers a shoulder to lean on as he staggered towards the shower. The scent of urine so strong it was disorientating he head swam as the door opened and he was helped into a shower cubicle.
“You have 20 mins.” The guard said dropping a towel on the side for him and turning the shower on for him. As the warm water hit if fur he sighed with content. As slowly his fur began to soak and he finally stood up and began scrubbing his fur. slowly he fear left him as he began to hum to himself before bursting into song.

Buddy youre a boy make a big noise
Playin in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo face
You big disgrace
Kickin your can all over the place

Singin
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy youre a young man hard man
Shoutin in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo face
You big disgrace
Wavin your banner all over the place

We will we will rock you
singin
We will we will rock you

Buddy you’re an old man poor man
Pleadin with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day

You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back in your place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
(we will rock you- queen 1977)

“You know… you should sing more often” a voice said from behind him. he spun round. The leopardess that had told them they were slaves was standing there naked in front of him. His jaw dropped as she gently took his chin leading him from the shower. She wrapped the towel round him as she whispered in his ear. “Now I get to have fun with you.” She said excitedly as she dried his neck and placed a collar round it. She quickly showed him how to dry fur properly playfully whipping him with the towel as she watched him dry. Pair of tight leather shorts were laid on a bench. She nodded at them as he stared at him
“Are those for me?” he asked confused. She smiled widely and nodded vigorously
“Yep!” she chirped as he moved to pick them up and looked at them
“Are you sure they’ll fit?” he asked she nodded again he pulled them on it managed to fit into them…just they were so tight that every mark on his ass could be seen. As he threaded his tails though the back he turn to her. An unsure expression on his embarrassed face.
“Now you look cute!” she squealed as she put her clothes back on. Her dominatrix leather stuck out worse than his ass in the shorts as she led him through where ever they were. He looked in class rooms as they pass them. Men and women been taught the ropes of slavery. Obedience, cooking, etiquette he shuddered as she walked past one room designated ‘bondage’. She led him out and across a little court yard. A small building built on the outskirts came into view. She opened the door letting him in. it was living quarters
“This is the tamers quarters” she said “there are 3 of us and we’ll all make use of you.”
“Uh-huh” he grunted unimpressed as she smiled at him
“How about some food?” she asked. his eyes widened at the word he nodded vigorously in reply. She giggled as she lead him into a living room. She told him to wait while she found something… he smelt something different. It smelt like cat food… ‘She isn’t…is she?’ he thought as she returned. A small bowl in her hands… it was full of dried cat food.
“Trust me it tastes better than you think.” She said honestly as she placed in his hands. He sniffed it cautiously before he picked a piece out. he ate it… it tasted like he thought it would… like cat food to be blunt, bland, dry and with about as much strength as his ass after a 3 day fast… this was going to be a very, very long 5 months

OMG that was good really i mean it

next chapters up enjoy it people

Chapter 7 ‘bought for a small sum’

‘Why the hell did you try that stunt’ he thought to himself angrily as for the 75th time he was fried on the electro board. He had tried to escape on the day new slaves were sold to the public of this sick world. It had been a strange 5 months. He never knew how strict the security was… some days he could practically walk round the school. Others he got beaten for so much as breathing.
“Bishie!!!”A very angry tigress shouted at him. She was the 2nd of the tamers… god! They were pure torment. “What the hell were you thinking!” she screamed at him. He looked away. She grabbed his muzzle painfully and dragged his eyes into her view “today you get sold. Or you have to go through that the others went through for the next year!” I would rather not have to teach methods of safe sex to a pipsqueak like you…” she snarled. He growled back at her as 2 guards untied him and dragged him to the showers
“Don’t let him see the potential buyers… blind fold him…” she growled as she stormed off… the guards dragged him to the showers and threw him in a cubicle
“5 minutes” one growled as he sat down on the bench. Muttering angrily Kit began to scrub himself… by the time 5 minutes was up he was drying his fur he looked round for anything he could wear. The guard passed him the leather shorts he had gotten from day one. He put them on without thought
“Well? Do I look buyable?” he asked the guard. The guards jaw had dropped
“How do you fit into those?!” he asked shocked
“Easily… running from one of the tamers trying to keep my virginity was enough of a incentive” he uttered as the guard lead him to the main reception, he tried to not notice all the eyes that followed him and his tight ass as he quickly walked behind the guard. he was lead to a room. 4 raised Dias scattered the room. Each had 6 potential sales on each one. They kneeled looking at the floor like a herd of sheep. He was lead into in small room. Chains hung from the ceiling. He knew what was going to happen
“You know the drill right?” the guard asked as he stood beside the chains a shackle in each hand. Kit nodded as he stretched before kneeling below the chains. If he could be bought then he could escape… he hoped… the cold restrains made him jump as they clamped round his wrists securely. The guard kneeled down in front of him
“Want anything?” he asked
“A beer?” Kit asked sarcastically. The guard grinned as he lifted a bottle of water to the vulpix’s lips so he could drink “thanks.” He uttered the cold water refreshing his thirst. He looked at the blind fold that the guard was preparing with slight annoyance as it was gently placed over his eyes and secured. The guard scratched his ears playfully before patting his shoulder
“Its better if you don’t say anything” he advised as he moved towards the door “I hope you get bought by a good master… you deserve one.” He said as he left… the sound of people flocking into the show room with the other slaves could be heard. He guessed that came in small groups as not to spook the slaves. He heard the door slide open unfamiliar scents filled the room and a inquisitive potential buyer wandered into the room. Unable to see all he could use was his scent as the stranger walked closer
“what is this delight able creature?” he asked no one in particular the sound of something being accessed. Maybe a PDA or something it bleeped as it gave its information. The scent was different. It was close to bulls yet close to something else he had not realised
“Hmmm… vulpix? 15? a little young but maybe I can find something he can do.” He uttered as he left the room. Slowly others followed his tracks as over a few hours he was seen by others. Cat, dog, fox, wolf, rabbit? He tried to recognise scents. Another walked in. it stopped in front of the young vulpix it kneeled and opened something. Kit felt the neck of a bottle being placed against his lips and he opened his mouth to accept the water he was about to receive.
“Thank you.” He whispered as the bottle was removed. The creature moved and stormed form the room. The sound of another being dragged into the room was clear
“THIS BOY IS WAY TOO YOUNG TO BE SOLD AS A SLAVE!” it demanded
“yes sir but for you we will offer discount if you buy him” someone said quivering from the shouting
“THIS IS A BLOODY OUTRAGE! DO YOU INTEND TO BRING YOUR COMPANY INTO DISREPUTE?!”
“You…you can have him for half price sir…” the other voice said cowering. The first person moved closer to kit and kneeled in front of him. he felt the bonds of the blindfold being loosened as the blindfold was slowly removed from his eyes. As his vision sharpened he was met by the concerned face of an equitine (horse)
“Are you ok son?” it asked. Kit remained silent. The horse scratched kits ears as he looked over the vulpix’s details. “Do you have any skills?” he asked. kitsune remained silent. The horse grinned
“Are you willing to learn?”
“I’m always willing to learn” he said coldly. The horse petted his head before replacing the blindfold.
“We’ll see.” He uttered as he left. Blind once again. He chain of though was interrupted by a loud woman bounding into the room

“OHHHHHHHH! He’s adorable!” she squealed
‘Cats’ he thought to himself as she paces round him feeling his fur and pulling his tail playfully she inspected every part of him from his ummm… fox hood to his ears. He felt her tail rub against his arms as she walked round him
“Ohhh! I’ll take him with me while I look at others she said. A lead clipped onto his collar and his blindfold quickly removed. He quickly followed his lead to who ever was holding it… it wasn’t the cat
“I’m sorry ma’am but this cute ‘lil’ critter is mine” a familiar voice said. Holding his leash was the equitine that had given him a drink. The horse nodded at the shackles as the guard removed them. The horse helped him up and offered a shoulder to lean on for the very stiff kitsune as he limped from the back room. The blood slowly returning to his legs as his new ‘master’ paid for him. He stopped as he patted the vulpix’s head. He began to sniff him. He grabbed a guard who walked past and dragged him over.
“Y…yes sir?” the guard cowered
“Can you explain to me why my slave smells like burnt fur?” he asked harshly. The guard thought back before checking a PDA he gulped unsure of how to put what he was about to tell him
“He…err… was caught trying to escape this morning and he was punished” the guard replied nervously
“And how was he punished?”
“He was electrocuted.” He said… the horse seemed to set alight. As he eye shrank to mere slits
“Get that bastard that fried him in front of me in the next 5 minutes or ill kill someone else!” he growled… The guard ran off. 2 minutes later a very annoyed looking racoon in a lab coat walked into the foyer…
“Yes sir can I help you?” he asked irritated. The horse simply turned to his new slave…
“Anything you want to do?” he asked politely
“If I wanted revenge I would kill him.” Kit uttered.
“If?”
“I had what was coming to me every time for trying to escape.” He admitted turning away from the scientist the horse nodded with admiration before turning to the racoon
“If I EVER hear about you torturing slaves again I will no be as kind as my slave” he snarled lifting the racoon off his feet and with an effortless move threw the racoon flying as he took kit’s leash and began walking. For the first time in 5 months he walked from the ‘school’ he blinked and shock his head as his eyes focused from the lights. As his new ‘master lead him from the building towards a small car park full of familiar cars
“Wait…” he uttered inspecting one of the cars “you’ve mastered faster than light travel yet you haven’t got over rubber tyres?” he asked confused. Master grinned as with a gentle tug he pulled his slave onwards towards a limo in the corner. Sat on the hood of a limo/SUV type car a doe relaxed her leather jacket over the hood as she sat staring into the sky her red cammy top showing off from her light brown fur. She looked down as she heard the clop of master’s hooves and soft pad of the silent vulpix. She grinned as she saw them
“Look like you found a fine purchase sir.” She said straightening up. She watched a Kit cracked his neck as master opened the door and pointed
“No need to be shy son… hop in.” he said. Without though… something that even surprised kit himself he climbed into the back and sat on one of the long benches. He could hear the quiet mumblings of his master and his chauffeur and then a sudden gasp from what he guessed was master telling her about his torture... he shook as memories of being strapped to that infernal board and fried raced through his mind like chaos over a tranquil area. After 5 long minutes master climbed into the back. The doe closed the door with a quiet slam as he sat opposite kit and smiled broadly. Kit could only look at the floor
‘What is wrong with me?’ he asked himself as tried to figure out what was happening to him ‘what did they do to me?’. He couldn’t understand… the horse had barely said anything and yet he had done it without even thinking. They had tried to teach him obedience yet it never worked… did they do something else to him? His long chain of thought was broken when master leaned over and gently squeezed his thigh reassuringly
“So?” he asked calmly “now we’re out of that place tell me about yourself!”…

very good and i look foward to following chapters

The boy has talent *puts hand over croch and pulls away embarresed* nothing funny i just like talent

nothing to be perverted just had a little Moulin Rouge momment there^^ lol it's really good

you havent read one of my more adult stories yet

kaiskune wrote:

you havent read one of my more adult stories yet

i will be glad to read it

maybe when i finish this story i might post an older one

ok

GOD I HATE MY MIND!!!

i get half way through a story and already im coming up with another story line. my mind keeps going blank

and on the adult story i have a problem. my brother in alll his idiotcy thought that because i let him use my pc he had the right to reformat it... ive lost all my stories other than this one. im mega pissed about that. so it might be a while before i write another

that and he filled my harddrive with all his shit music. what im currently removing and burning his cds in responce to his actions

so i might be a while before i post again.hopefully not

ok i intend to write a few more chapters of this before i close this story.... matbe another 5 chapters should do it lol

Chapter 8 ‘is this guy real?’

“what would you like to know master?” he asked timidly after a long time. Master looked at his PDA then at kit
“What is your name?”
“Kitsu… bishie master” he replied calmly.
“What were you about to say?” master demanded softly
“My original name… Master”
“They changed your name?” he asked shocked
“When I was captured and experimented on”
“Your not furrison?”
“No master”
“What were you?”
“Human master.” Kit sighed. Master patted his thigh as he made notes to his PDA
“What was your original name?”
“Kitsune master.”
“That’s not exactly original.”
Bishie remained silent
“Bishie ehhh?” master said tilting his head before smiling “that’s settled then! To me you will be called Bishie.”
“Thank you master”

“Ok then, I’m the sort of person that welcomes change, I always look at it as an opportunity, and you know, in a way I almost envy you. Your life have been so full of so much suffering and uncertainty for the last year, but now… well, now a whole new chapter in your life is starting. You’re finished with the Institute; now all you have to worry about is pleasing me, which some people will tell you isn’t terribly difficult. Heh. I'm sure you're buzzing with questions, wondering what sort of master I am going to be. I can't imagine the kind of frightening scenarios you must have already run through in your minds as to your life after the Institute. I can tell you however, that they do prepare you for the worst, so most slaves wind up in better situations that you might expect... When we get home, I'll give you the big lecture detailing my rules and what I expect from each of you, but in the meantime let me give you some basics. First off, it is okay to 'speak out of turn' around me, but be polite and demure, and never interrupt me when I’m talking. I don’t want to be assailed with idle chatter. If you have something important to say, just raise your paw, or if I'm not facing you, you may address me then wait for me to respond. If I ask you a question, I expect a full answer, not the shortest sentence you can manage. I know the Institute spent a lot of time pounding the idea into you that slaves should be seen and not heard, but I don’t follow that entirely. Other than that, just remember your training and we'll be fine for tonight." He put his hand on Bishie’s knee as he nodded to his words. Surprised he had expected to have been bought by some sadistic fudge packer who would have wanted to beat him senseless

“Master? How should I address you?” Bishie asked timidly
“Oh! Erm I guess master will do for now.” Master said surprised. The back fell into uneasy silence again as master looked out of windows or deep into kais’s eyes trying to figure him out as there was a tap on the glass between the cabin and the back
“Master? We here.” the doe said calmly as she pulled into curb
“Thank you Casey… wait…what did you just call me?”
“I said where here meat head! Are your ears full again?” she snapped casually. Shocking bishie as he listened. From what he guessed she was a slave or used to be yet she talked to him like he was simply a friend. Master simply grinned as she got out and opened the door. He let Bishie climb out first as he looked around painfully aware he was only wearing a pair of extremely tight shorts. The doe took his leash casually as she noticed him blush. With a gently tug she pulled him into her and she wrapped her arms round him
“Your cute.” She whispered “I hope sir will let me borrow you.”
“Only if you promise not to do anything to him… he’s only 15” master uttered as he waked past towards a small door. Casey quickly followed dragging Bishie behind her as followed… they found their way into a large clothes store. They were quickly met by a pair of assistants
“Can we help you?” one asked. a leopard. The other a tabby cat stood inspecting the customers as master spoke up
“Yes… I need a weeks worth of clothes from my friend here” he said pointing at bishie. He blushed as the girls walked round him umming and ahhhing.
“Well leather suits you so I guess we can start with that.” The stoat said as she pulled out a tape measure and began doing her job. As she lead them through the store into a back room. A rack ready to have clothes placed on
“First of all boxers or briefs?” one asked casually wanting to get it over with. Kais looked over at master… he nodded reassuringly
“neither.” He uttered
“Commando?”
“Cycling shorts… their comfier and absorb sweat”
“O…k that’s that sorted.” The tabby said passing over a pair of black cycling shorts. She next turned to another section.
“Do you have any preference to pants?” she asked. She got no response. Bishie stood, stripped naked in front of them as he pulled on the pair or shorts. Casey had fallen over the back of the bench her legs kicking as she roared with laugher over his lack of dignity. He turned when they were half on looking at Casey and master confused
“Problem?” he asked bent over. Master burst into laughter as Bishie slowly straightened up. The leopard stood her jaw dropped as he walked past her
“Nice ass.” She stammered her eyes following his backside as he walked a few steps then back again
“Pants?”
“Huh?” she stammered breaking from her concentration blushing furiously “OH!” she blurted out looking through clothes before pulling out a pair of padded leather pants. He pulled them on quickly the strap that held them tight to his legs strapped up tight as he wrapped a belt round his waist
“This would look great with a firearm strapped to my thigh he uttered as he pulled a tee-shirt off a pile and pulled it on... He looked in a mirror. He liked what he saw “a pair of sunglasses, I’d look like a rock star.” He chimed to himself as he looked over at master. He nodded approvingly before grabbing some more clothes for him to try on. a pair of nylon pants later he was set as wearing denim and no top he left the shop with master. The great black collar round his neck made him feel like the slave he was… he hated it. It was heavy and annoying.
“Well Bishie? You look pretty good to me. If I sent you to school you’d have every girl after you.” Master said slapping him on the back
“Why master?” he asked confused as he nearly fell from the heavy blow
“Because you are perfectly obedient.”
“They failed there master” he replied grinning
“Sit!” the doe shouted. Bishie sat without thinking
“See? Its part of what the slavers do to you, they run obedience into you without you knowing” master said “you can stand now”… kais got up
“Oh great!” Bishie muttered angrily to himself as he opened the door to let master into the car “so I’m as obedient as a lap dog” the doe wrapped her arms round his shoulders and whispered in his ear
“Don’t get upset… sir’s ways help you forget the messaging. You’ll be back to normal in no time.”
“I hope so… there’s one thing I have on my mind.”
“…”
Masters face dropped a little as Bishie climbed into the car
“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news…”

<3<3<3 I luff it..!

Chapter 8 ‘free…’

The fact that master was hiding bad news from him made Bishie increasingly more agitated as they made their way to his new home. His emotions were running riot at he looked out of the window as they drove through this huge and magnificent city. They neared a building. A huge skyscraper… its top levels high in the cloud
“Holy S*%T…” he uttered in awe as he looked up. Master grinned a little as he led his new slave into a lift and pressed for the top floor. The ride took about 5 minutes as they stood in the large elevator in silence. Strange music softly playing in the back ground. The doors finally opened into a huge foyer. Panel wood coated the floors. A small receptionist desk sat next to the doors as they waked out. The huge glass windows offered a view that made Bishie gawp with awe like a fox kit on his first journey from the hole. Master lead him into a living area… a huge kitchen on one side. Like a roman coliseum a round hole in one corner sat a seat.. The step like seats round it in one big quarter circle. As they walked in. a racoon walked up and bowed to master
“Welcome home master…” she said solemnly before turning her attention to Bishie. She stood before him in little more than a mini skirt and a bra… lets just say his jaw dropped. God! She was hot! She handed over a small box to master as he patted her head indicating to Bishie to follow him as he walked over to a love seat and sat down. Bishie stood before him unsure of what to do as master looked hard at him
“Come here Bishie.” He said kindly. Bishie kneeled in front of him
“I’m sorry about what I’m about to do to you” he whispered as he lifted his hands… he press a button on his PDA… with a loud clang the collar fell from his neck hitting the floor with a clatter. Kais stood up as the weight fell from his neck. Unsure of how to feel. Not having the collar on made him feel naked. Something he wasn’t used to
“Your free” master said softly a small smile on his face

Chapter 9 ‘maybe not…’

“I’m free?” Bishie asked shakily
“The elevator is there… if you walk from this building I’ll destroy your records and we’ll forget this ever happened”
“I’m free…” he repeated the words felt unsafe…evil, not something he wanted for some reason
“Unless… you want to be my slave… I won’t stop you.”
Unsteady Bishie turned from master. He looked at the elevator.. Then at master… then at the exit again. He slowly began to walk towards the elevator each step felt like another step towards hell and damnation
‘Why am I doing this? he wondered as his mind began racing ‘why am I fighting myself?’ he tired to move forward yet his legs were unresponsive. His mind began racing more and more as it flood his voice with doubt. With a cry he fell to his knees. Unable to move further. Tears began to form in his eyes as he slowly cried in fear. His mind switched as with a roar of defiance he stood back up and inched towards the door.
‘What are you doing?’ his mind questioned his heart
‘I’m free…’ Bishie responded
‘You couldn’t handle this world even if you tried’
‘I don’t care… I’m free’
‘Your useless’
‘I’m not’
‘You’re pathetic’
‘I’ll fight’
‘You’ll die’ his mind chimed cruelly
“I WILL NOT FAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he cried out as he made another step towards the door. The door opened… the doe stood her leather jacket over her shoulder. She meeped at the sight of the vulpix fighting his way over top the door.
“Be careful!” she shouted as with a cry he fell forward. She dropped her jacket catching the vulpix as he fell. She kneeled with him as he burst into tears and cried loudly into her chest. He had broken…
‘You faaaaaiiiiilllllleeeeeddddddd’ his mind hissed happily as he cried. The doe gently petted his head and whispered to him as he bawled into her shoulder. Master walked over to him. Another collar in his hands. This one small and discrete. It was chrome and shiny. He gently pulled Bishie away from Casey and placed it round his neck.
*click!* the collar sealed round his neck. He stopped crying as master gently spun him round. His soft eyes looking deep into Bishie’s
“I’m sorry… the institute did that to you. I wish I didn’t need to show you that but you needed to know. They did something to you using subliminal messaging it stops you from running away. This collar shows you are mine and mine alone.” He said softly. Bishie sniffled before bursting into tears again. Master pulled him into an embrace as he stood holding his slave. Nothing but care in his heart as he gently quietened the boy. Like a young child in his parents arms he slowly fell asleep in masters arms. Nuzzling into his fur as he tried to find a warm patch to sleep on…